Post by Viktoria Ros on Sept 3, 2010 21:06:54 GMT -5
When Viktoria opened her eyes, somehow she knew exactly where she was... She felt the place even before she took her last breath as her body covered in gore lied down on the hot pavement of Las Ramblas.
What a way to die, she thought. She always pictured herself being strangled and cut into pieces. She thought she deserved it as every fiber in her being, every bit of her worked hard for it. She was after all an amateur killer. A serial killer in the making. Only she didn't get too far.
"Puta madre (motherfucker)," her eyes were of fiery flame as she remembered who caused her death. If she was still alive, she would've seen to it that the man suffered in her hands. She wasn't supposed to die this young. She had plans. She had things she wanted-- needed to do.
Viktoria started to walk and look around the courtyard. She eyed the dead bodies lying around; she continued as she knew there were important matters that needed to be taken care of. Viktoria always needed to know what was going to happen next. She needed structure. She wanted to be precise. And this was exactly what she was heading out to do...
She saw two young females earlier who walked up to the front but she didn't see who they were talking to. She followed their tracks, not particularly interested who she was going to meet.
She walked past the people who seemed to be waiting for something. Then up to the man who she eyed without expression, "Me llamo Viktoria. Como se llama usted? (My name is Viktoria. What are you called, sir?)" She said to him, her senses very much aware of the people behind her.
What a way to die, she thought. She always pictured herself being strangled and cut into pieces. She thought she deserved it as every fiber in her being, every bit of her worked hard for it. She was after all an amateur killer. A serial killer in the making. Only she didn't get too far.
"Puta madre (motherfucker)," her eyes were of fiery flame as she remembered who caused her death. If she was still alive, she would've seen to it that the man suffered in her hands. She wasn't supposed to die this young. She had plans. She had things she wanted-- needed to do.
Viktoria started to walk and look around the courtyard. She eyed the dead bodies lying around; she continued as she knew there were important matters that needed to be taken care of. Viktoria always needed to know what was going to happen next. She needed structure. She wanted to be precise. And this was exactly what she was heading out to do...
She saw two young females earlier who walked up to the front but she didn't see who they were talking to. She followed their tracks, not particularly interested who she was going to meet.
She walked past the people who seemed to be waiting for something. Then up to the man who she eyed without expression, "Me llamo Viktoria. Como se llama usted? (My name is Viktoria. What are you called, sir?)" She said to him, her senses very much aware of the people behind her.
